Intro: (DJ S&S) Slick Rick

(Uhh check it out..... S&S......

with the ruler '98........Def Jam.....)

And here we are in the phase again

That ol' funeral music is he goin to heaven or is he goin to hell?

I don't know he's right in the centre y'knowhutImean? (Uhh uhh)

(Uhh huh huh uhh huh huh uhh huh huh uhh huh c'mon

Uhh huh yeah uhh huh c'mon uhh huh '98 c'mon.....)

Verse One:

Nigga no way rap better than, act better, that

veteran of rap *?ceteran?*

Brung on, motherfucker sung on, run on

Come on, go and have fun on, run on

Immediate considered, no he really ain't

The main ingredient, comedian, must be obedient

Reason why the player who away a few, say that too

cos no one else can talk shit way I do

School kid, the cool slid

and I rule wid, still shoot wid my 2, kid

Ain't no way on Earth to faze Rick, the man plays with wit

Eras-ed the man amazin the bassin

Border him, all on ya albums slaughterin

Better spin like slavery when I order him

Rejects creep yet keep step

Every borough, every state, every country in deep check

Chorus:

Mack all of it, controller shit, catch hold of it

How you gonna move Slick when cats like solo Rick?

Accept, yet no chances that they make plans

to wreck and make a nigga, breakdance the record

I turned and learned this sequel I burned went

urgent, mad white people like servin

Interested with, gets congested with

clowns, haven't made a record, impress the kid

Verse Two:

No entry, let's keep a hood rhymin shit (A-party people)

Are you tryin to have yourself a good time or what?

No stressin you,